Chapter 90 Lehe

That afternoon, He Jingtong went to find An Lai because of Lehe's situation.

The poor programmer was still doing the statistics for the midterm exam. In order to ensure that the ability of each student could be clearly verified, An Lai was very busy.

When there was a knock on the office door, An Lai said in a tired voice, "Come in."

After He Jingtong pushed the door open, he was a little surprised when he saw An Lai buried in documents.

An Lai didn't hear anyone talking for a while, so he looked up and found that it was He Jingtong. "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"You can see it too." He gestured at the pile of documents, "I have a lot to do. If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly."

Although An Lai's tone was a bit aggressive, his eyes as he stared at He Jingtong were actually full of expectation. He hoped that the young man could find a good job and give a reasonable reason to rescue him from this hell of documents.

He Jingtong's mouth twitched, and he looked at An Lai with a helpless smile: "It's nothing serious, I just want to ask you if you have any channels to know about Lehe-related matters..."

"Lehe?" An Lai frowned.

"Yes." He Jingtong nodded, and then explained Cui Tong's situation and the abandoned factory incident in detail.

"He gave me a very strange feeling, not just mentally abnormal."

The dual personality did not bring any pressure to He Jingtong. What he cared about was how to tell others the information he knew through An Lai in a reasonable way.

An Lai also obviously noticed He Jingtong's attitude. He raised his eyebrows and took his hands off the computer keyboard. He then said, "What did you know? Or do you want to verify something with me?"

"My ability tells me that there is a conspiracy behind the abandoned factory incident, but I'm not sure exactly which direction to infer." He Jingtong was a little distressed.

"It's not just that." An Lai also realized that there must be another thing. "The information that the outside world currently knows about you is still just predictions. Lao Cui and several other teachers jointly submitted your prediction ability, saying that it does not cover a wide range of areas and is only aimed at certain specific people... In this way, your importance is reduced so that you are not restricted to the academy."

"As for your ability after it's been upgraded, even if you tell others that it can only be used once every three days, you can actually use it three times a day. But three chances won't necessarily allow you to correctly guess what Le He wants to do."

"To be precise, it's only twice today." The secret that the new ability can be used unlimitedly is only known to two teammates, He Jingtong, and the world.

The system does not count.

As for Turtle Tang's ability, it's not that He Jingtong thinks it's necessary to hide it from An Lai. Rather, He Jingtong can't guarantee that those adults with increasingly bizarre abilities won't try to replicate what An Lai experienced.

Just like the companion with a God's perspective that Lehe mentioned.

He can view the images at the same time within the specified range.

The person who is conducting self-propelled pedestrian monitoring is talking about Zhuang Yifei.

Apart from these, whether it is the new details after the update of his own abilities, or the desire to investigate the situation on Lehe's side...all of these must be revealed to specific people through Anlai.

"So the situation now is that you have identified that Lehe has a problem, and he has a teammate who has the ability of God's Perspective."

"Yes." He Jingtong nodded.

"You want me to check the intelligence of Lehe and the people around him." An Lai concluded, and then added, "You think that things related to him will involve you in the future, and he himself is a very dangerous person. After all, he can influence Lao Cui."

He Jingtong nodded again.

"Our primary goal at the moment is to find out who Le He is, what he wants to do, what purpose he wants to achieve, who he is involved in, and what he wants to achieve by using you..."

An Lai thought about it for a while, then made a decisive decision: "Okay, I'll help you check these things, but I also have some requirements."

"As a teacher, isn't it your duty to protect your students?" He Jingtong teased An Lai.

The latter was also very decisive. He pointed to a pile of documents beside him and said seriously: "So as a good student, you should also share some of the pressure with the teacher."

The midterm exam is actually a task to upgrade the spiritual master. For the students, it is just a fight.

But for teachers, they must understand the causes and consequences of the appearance of the target spirit, as well as its specific ability level and ability details.

Only by understanding these can we ensure that students do not encounter accidents. But at the same time, if we want to understand these, there must be a lot of work...

What else could He Jingtong do? He was forced to work.

However, when sorting out the documents related to supernatural events, He Jingtong saw many key things.

He Jingtong was sitting opposite An Lai. At this time, he was pointing at one of the files and said, "This ghost was born because his mother had an incurable disease, which forced her to steal. However, because the family she stole from had learned martial arts, her hands and feet were broken."

"Ultimately, I could no longer make money through stealing and working, and it became difficult to provide the hospital expenses, so my mother passed away in the hospital..."

"In fact, her mother also turned into a ghost." An Lai had seen too many similar things, and when he said this, he didn't know whether it was out of indifference or habit that he remained expressionless.

"She hated herself for being so powerless and for having to let her child bear the pressure, so after her death, she became the fourth sin, a violent spirit."

"That's anger towards this world, and hatred towards herself. In terms of strength, she's probably in the upper middle position among B-class spirits."

After roughly reviewing the relevant files, An Lai turned to another matter: "Come to think of it, you probably don't know that there are three ranges of spiritualist levels: 'minus', 'plus' and 'standard'."

"For example, you are currently a C-class cleric, but in reality, there are also C- and C+ classes."

"In this exam, most students scored C+ and B-, with a few Bs and only one B+."

He Jingtong opened his mouth and wanted to say that he didn't care about those things, but he knew very well that An Lai said that just to change the subject.

But if the topic could be easily diverted, He Jingtong would not have specifically pointed out the information on the A4 paper.

He Jingtong: "A lot of students are doing this kind of work, right? Do they know what happened to the spirits they killed in their lifetime?"

"The academy is not as cruel as you think." An Lai kept moving his hands. "During the first semester and the first year of high school, all the supernatural incidents faced by students were malicious incidents."

"Those who envy others and hate others will unbridledly incite their evil intentions, and eventually turn themselves into ghosts... Those ghosts are what students deal with."

"Something like this...usually people start to come into contact with it in their third year of high school."

"Lao Cui and other teachers in the academy have also discovered a fact. That is, the ghosts are getting younger and younger. Many students, many young children, who may only be a few years old, will become ghosts because of some inexplicable events."

An Lai's hands were almost blurred as he sorted the documents, but his voice remained steady as usual when he spoke.

"Every student has been screened for the tasks they face, but I am not sure whether they can calmly face the fact that an 11-year-old child eventually becomes a spirit, which is the seventh sin of lust."

"A child of five or six might also feel unhappy about the fact that the candy is divided equally, and greed arises, causing everything to go to extremes."

"...There are many more demons in this world than you might imagine."

An Lai suddenly stopped what he was doing. His eyes were dark and for no reason he had a repressed aura.

Of course, it could also be that the sun was setting and the light in the office was gradually decreasing. But no matter what, An Lai still looked at He Jingtong seriously with his ink-black eyes.

His subtitle was asking, He Jingtong, can you face that situation?

What does an artificial necromancer look like?

That instinctive desire for goodness in his heart would make He Jingtong try to whitewash some malicious intentions.

But the evil he glorifies is not the evil's indifference to what they do, but the good's indifference to what happens to them.

This will only hurt him.

An Lai didn't know what answer He Jingtong would give, but he knew very well that he would never expect He Jingtong to say, "High school students' internships are also for the purpose of laying the groundwork."

Although He Jingtong had no idea what the other classmates had encountered, the fact that Gu Yu, Fang Qi, and Bai Yuewen came to him to apologize and thank him meant that they had grown in their cognitive abilities to a certain extent.

This taught them to accept their own baseness, and to face up to the mistakes of their previous actions, so that they could act with a clear conscience and be worthy of heaven and earth.

This is roughly what it looks like, and to be honest, this is also the result that teachers want.

"Whether it's the ghosts you mentioned who became ghosts because of misfortune or ghosts who became ghosts because of their own evil deeds, no matter which one it is, to me, ghosts are just ghosts."

"I will sympathize, I will be compassionate, I will feel pity, and I will want to provide all the help I can... but these are only for humans." He Jingtong looked at An Lai's dark eyes and smiled.

When the boy smiled, he gave people the feeling of both the warm sunshine in winter and the flowing stream in summer.

Clear and clean, bright and warm.

An Lai suddenly laughed. If you move the camera under the table, you can find that the hem of his Tang suit was wrinkled by his hands.

An Lai is afraid, and He Jingtong feels pity for the strange spirits.

But seriously speaking, He Jingtong, who could accurately define the aliens as afterimages, must have a determination far beyond anyone else.

He Jingtong knew that those who had suffered misfortune were already dead.

The remaining spirit is just a vain and meaningless shadow.

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We were still sorting documents, but as it got dark, He Jingtong brought up a new topic.

"By the way, do you know about Teacher Qu Shu's classes?"

"Why are you suddenly paying attention to this?" An Lai was already finishing up the documents in his hands. At this moment, he stood up, put those A4 papers in order, and knocked them against the table to make them stand upright and flat.

"You can think of it as me discovering something, so I am a little concerned. I want to ask you if there is anything about Teacher Qu Shu that you find special." He Jingtong said.

As expected, An Lai stopped asking questions and said, "Just like Fu Zexun before he defected, he did a good job educating students and got along well with them... in the verb sense."

"However, because she replaced Fu Zexun as the first-grade homeroom teacher, Lao Cui conducted an assessment on her, but did not find anything abnormal."

An Lai tried his best to search for all the information related to Qu Shu in his mind. As he spoke, his tone became hesitant for a moment: "But if you want to say that there is something special about her... then there is indeed a little bit."

"What is it?" He Jingtong was still sitting on the chair opposite, and this time he looked up at An Lai.

"She would give students special lessons on politics."

An Lai said in a succinct manner: "As you know, the requirements for general subjects for spiritual masters are not high, and they can also be recommended to famous universities."

"So she doesn't need to give students a political lesson, and the so-called political lesson is just what I say. I have observed Qu Shu's performance in the political class, but it's more like a political class..."

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[The reverse function is turned on, the designated personnel are Qu Shu, and the anchor point personnel are An Lai. ]

It was a sunny afternoon...

The main reason why I emphasize the word "sunny" is that, in contrast, the students are sweating profusely.

At that time, Anlai was about to go to the school convenience store to buy some bottled instant coffee.

In the past, when his movements were restricted to the office, Anlai was used to online shopping, but after being able to roam around the school, convenience stores became his regular haunt.

One day, when An Lai was walking towards the office with a dozen cans of coffee in a plastic bag, he happened to see Qu Shu taking a physical education class.

This teacher who habitually wears a low side ponytail, unlike her usual crisp and clear hairstyle, her hairstyle, demeanor, and even her so-called appearance, almost all reveal her harmlessness in all aspects.

He is the kind of person that it is absolutely difficult to arouse vigilance at first glance.

A soft and docile visual feeling comes over you.

But it was this person who replaced Fu Zexun's job and taught physical education to the students.

In addition to competing against students of the same level as his senior year, Qu Shu also followed Jing Yunsong's example...

One person surrounded and beat up the whole class.

While the students' blood was splattering as they punched them hard and without mercy, another first-grade teacher who taught students how to cultivate their soul power, Xiang Li Xingqing, would often push out her online shopping cart at the "right" time.

The trolley, which was originally commonly used to carry snacks, was now filled with bandages, ointments, and hemostatic agents.

If Qu Shu can tie her hair into a side ponytail, be gentle and soft, kick you three meters away with one foot, and send you to the ICU at any time, then Xiang Li Xing Qing can tie a bow with four wings on your injured wound with a blank expression...

An Lai admitted that he was stunned.

After all the students gasped and fell down, An Lai heard Qu Shu say in a still gentle voice: "Don't ask me if I can do it."

"I can always beat you."

"Just like when you kill the evil spirits, you must be able to do it. This is not a possibility that you need to achieve, but a must. You must do it."

While Qu Shu was speaking, he was staring at the wounds of those students.

Although her facial expression was still that of "obedient" and her drooping eyebrows made her look gentle, her aura gave off the feeling that she might explode at any time and tear those wounds even deeper.

"You have a senior in the first grade. I like him very much, especially what he said."

"The ghost is just a shadow."

"Never feel sorry for those useless things. Just kill them when you see them. It's just like when you are hungry and you see food, you will want to eat it."

"Seeing strange spirits and killing them is what you should do."

An Lai said that Qu Shu taught political science and had his own wonderful logic.

Then she said, "Every time you kill a spirit, you are redeeming their life. The faster you move, the more efficient you are, and the more you will carry out the way of salvation to the end."

"Of course, if one day someone questions why you don't show mercy to the spirits, please don't follow that person's thoughts and question yourself, and don't think about whether you are too cruel. You just need to tell that person loudly that killing spirits has always been an act of salvation!"

"And if someone asks you why you can be so hard-hearted that you don't care that the spirits have memories of their previous lives - please stay rational and reply to those idiots: Can you sympathize with a monster that copied your memories?"

"If they answer yes, please remain rational and tell them—"

"You decided to knock down the Buddha statues in the temple and let them sit on them."

At that time, An Lai was holding a can of coffee with the cap unscrewed.

He didn't feel shocked by what Qu Shu said.

He took this statement for granted.

If you show mercy to the spirits, you will only end up in misfortune.

But when Anlai was halfway through drinking his coffee, he never expected that Qu Shu would tell all the students: "You must recite these things a hundred times every day and engrave them into your soul. Then, tell yourself that you are also a member of the contemporary Holy Father."

"Why do we have to refute those who doubt us?"

"Why do we have to get caught up in this vortex of explanation?"

"There's no need. If you don't want to deal with people whose brains are connected to the Pacific Ocean, then you just need to agree with those idiots and say 'You're all right' after killing the aliens."

"But," Qu Shu smiled beautifully, "I don't want to listen."

However, An Lai felt heartbroken by the sip of coffee.

All the first-year students lying dead were trying hard to turn their heads towards An Lai.

Like a zombie...

Then, An Lai saw Qu Shu walking towards him with a gentle face.

The person who beat up the entire class without breaking a sweat is now walking towards me...

This is so scary.

An Lai couldn't help but shudder, and then heard Qu Shu ask, "What do you think of my educational methods?"

Although she remained gentle, An Lai felt threatened.

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So in the end, I just said, "I am just a non-staff member! Students call me teacher as a sign of respect, but it does not mean that I am really a teacher in the college. I am not responsible for teaching students. Goodbye!"

An Lai turned around and left, carrying a plastic bag full of canned coffee.

The voice of Xiang Li Xingqing could be heard from behind. Her words were not directed at An Lai, but were telling the students: "We must allow the Holy Father and Holy Mother to exist. The world is so big. If we do not allow them to exist, wouldn't that be destroying the diversity of species?"

"Be respectful, be polite, be classy... and then, hit when it's time to hit."

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In the office, An Lai thought about those memories, shuddered, and said, "Maybe that wasn't a political class. It was more like an adult imparting life experience to a minor."

"I even felt that Qu Shu was gritting his teeth when he said those words," An Lai said with emotion.

"That's right." He Jingtong turned the pen in his hand.

"What's wrong?" The programmer looked at He Jingtong in confusion. At that moment, he had sorted out all the documents and piled them aside. He turned on the computer again and began to search for traces of Le He.

He Jingtong said, "You check first."

An Lai shrugged nonchalantly, and then began to follow Zong Feng's lead to check for traces of Le He left on the Internet.

The characteristics of his abilities, combined with his own programming skills, when combined, made it seem like everything on the Internet was opening up to An Lai, except for some specific places that were destined to be inaccessible.

It is even easier to check Lehe's movement trajectory.

A patient with dual personality, in his early thirties, also a spiritualist, not belonging to the academy system, and Le itself is a rare surname.

It didn’t take long for An Lai to track down Le He’s family. After further investigation, he discovered that “Le He was taken away from his family ten years ago and seemed to have joined an important experimental base.”

"Keep investigating, maybe there will be a surprise...surprise." He Jingtong said expressionlessly.

But the information I checked later only brought surprises, not joy.

Since the Peach Blossom Spring experiment was suspended, the confidentiality level has been lowered. The participants are not willing to waste a lot of time and resources to close down an experiment that has been abandoned and left alone for ten years.

After An Lai followed this line of investigation, he discovered a lot.

Whether it was Zhuang Yifei, He Wanjin, or even Qu Shu...

An Lai kept turning the mouse, but his expression became more and more ugly.

It was already dark, and the clock on the wall had reached nine in the evening. In autumn and winter, cicadas and birds were rare, and for a while, the only sound in the office was the movement of the mouse.

Then, An Lai's slightly suppressed voice sounded: "...They are all people related to the experiment in Taohuayuan."

On the computer screen, the files of the people involved in the Peach Blossom Spring experiment were flipped through one by one.

At least half of them had death marks added to their files.

"You asked me to look up Lehe. He is also on file. His ability is called cognitive modification, which is similar to Zongfeng's, but different. Cognitive modification means that everything he thinks is correct and reasonable can be instilled into others."

Lehe's relevant files also clearly explain how to train this ability.

The training method is also very simple, just let him go from a normal person to a madman.

This also applies to Cui Tong.

Everyone is busy, so of course I can only choose He Jingtong.

Even if you are not busy, you should choose He Jingtong. This is a must in Lehe Cognition, and there is no possibility of choosing other options.

"Also," An Lai suddenly turned his head and looked at He Jingtong, "You already knew about Qu Shu's situation."

At that moment, He Jingtong stood up from his chair, walked to An Lai's side, and looked down at the computer.

His eyes moved quickly, and finally, they stopped on a string of words.

[It is confirmed that Subject 081, the human Fang Qushu, is a trustworthy person. ]

Behind this string of words, it represents that Qu Shu has been grinding himself out for ten years, and finally he was trusted and sent to the academy...

How can we make spiritualists gradually realize that alien spirits are not beings that must be killed, but beings that must be saved?

From an educational perspective, influencing generation after generation is the best choice.

Just like what An Lai said next: "I can't imagine how much effort she has put in to stand in this college..."

Those light words she said, which she told the students to recite a hundred times every day, that killing the evil spirits is the only way to save them, may be what she used to tell herself every day.

She denied the Peach Blossom Spring experiment and hated the fate of being locked in a cage. She went from being a genius psychic who awakened in her teens to becoming subject No. 081.

But changing all this is much more difficult than imagined.

"It's a bit hard to accept." An Lai's eyes were dark, and he held the mouse tightly in his right hand until he heard the crackling sound. Then he suddenly let go, looking caught off guard.

"I can't accept it. Is the Peach Blossom Spring Project approved by default?" He Jingtong tilted his head and looked at An Lai.

An Lai had a gloomy tone in his voice: "This kind of mistake shouldn't exist at all."

"Instead of being self-righteous and showing mercy to the spirits and letting them become shamans, the correct thing to do is to kill them and make the existing shamans stronger."

The air fell silent.

For a long time...

"Perhaps someone will understand that group of people, thinking that the academy system has been around for a hundred years, and the spirits and spiritualists are still the same, without any real changes... or something."

"But I don't understand!"

An Lai is like a lit dynamite.

Let a group of children live with the spirits, feeling the pain of being killed all the time. If the children don't want to be killed, they can only choose to become stronger...

But even if they become stronger, in this experiment to allow humans and spirits to coexist peacefully, humans are not allowed to kill spirits from the beginning to the end...

"Is this some kind of game of power? Trampling on the personalities of so many people."

Every file and every piece of information is so shocking.

Qu Shu, He Wanjin, Le He, Zhuang Yifei...

Just from the intelligence and the information he already had, An Lai felt a chill run down his spine.

"Calm down." He Jingtong held An Lai's shoulders. The young man's body was shaking. "At least that experiment was terminated ten years ago."

"This can't comfort me." An Lai lowered his head and said with a wry smile, "I always feel that my self-imprisonment has, to some extent, become a complete joke."!